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Chapter 11
She was literally seeing fireworks. Everything was exploding in her mind as she closed her eyes and felt everything that he was trying to say through the kiss. He wanted this. He needed this. And she knew that she was beyond need and want. She couldn't imagine breathing without this. A whimper escaped her lips when he pushed himself further into her, as if trying to hold her in place. She wanted to feel his hands on her, but he kept them solidly on the door behind her head. As if trying to hold on to the little control he had. The hand that was on his lower back traveled up his spine causing him to shiver and pull back from her. Still trapping her in the cage of his arms. Her eyes instantly flew open as his breath fanned out across her face and she saw him trying to pull himself together. Not willing to let him regret this, she tried to pull him down again, though not succeeding. She searched his eyes, trying to understand what was going through his mind, why he had pulled away.
The rejection that he saw flitter through her eyes when he pulled away painfully pulled at his heart. The kiss stirred things in him that he didn't think were possible, but he had to get himself under control. They were still in her office, and while the doors were closed and they were hidden from the window, there was still too much risk in someone seeing them. He felt her grip on the back of his neck tighten and knew that she didn't want it to end yet. Neither did he. Her scent and taste would haunt him for a long time. The way that she had responded to him made him want to do all sorts of things to her that he knew he couldn't. Yet. That was why he didn't try and touch her with his hands. Something in the back of his mind stopped him, for he knew that once he felt her, caressed her, he wouldn't be able to stop.
He dropped his face into her neck again, trying to get his breathing under control, her hand caressing the back of his neck made him return the favor by passing his lips slowly over her neck to the spot behind her ear, carefully inhaling as he went. "Not here".
His husky voice was enough for her to understand why he had stopped. She was grateful that at least he had the decency to remember exactly where they were. While being pressed between him and the back of her office door, her mind had completely shut down. Her brain only having the capacity to concentrate on him. Everything about him was exactly what she craved. Strong, hard, gentle, warm. An impossible combination all wrapped up in a package that was the man in front of her. She tried to gather her thoughts but his breathing into her neck did little to assist in the matter. She tugged at the soft hair she found at the back of his head, chuckling as he let out a moan of appreciation while lifting his head up from where he was nudging her collar of the top she was wearing out of the way slowly with his nose. He drew back slowly, taking in her face, her lips, and her eyes that were dancing with mirth. He couldn't restrain himself from responding with his own small smile. A smile that quickly turned into a smirk when he realized she was using the door to support her weight after he had stepped away, as if she wasn't sure her legs could work properly.
"Shut up" her voice carried little heat as she smiled up at him. Knowing very well that he knew he left her breathless. She wasn't complaining. Pushing herself away from the door, she walked past him and tried to sort through the jumble that was her thoughts. She turned slowly, and then sat on the front of her desk, knowing she needed as much support as she could get right now. Her eyes flicked to the window, as she was now in full view, realizing that while a whole eternity passed for her, it might only have been a couple of minutes in the real world. Nobody would hopefully question what had happened, as it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for either of them to be in each other offices with the door closed. They had done it numerous amounts of times over the past several months; the constant flow of people coming in without knocking while they worked would have squashed any thoughts of misconduct. Thank god nobody came in this time.
She let her eyes drift back to him, carefully watching him and looking for any sign of regret or hesitation in him. All she saw was a lightness that she hadn't seen on him in a long time. He seemed more relaxed and calm. This frustrated her, as all she could think of was jumping him all over again. Shots of lust going through her again as she took in the rest of him from a distance. How could he be so calm and collected after what had just happened? Why couldn't she have the same control? He smirked at her again, as if reading her thoughts, provoking her even more. "How can you be so damn calm after that?".
Her annoyance seeped through her tone. The way she had looked at him as she sat on her desk didn't go unnoticed. The heat that flared in her eyes, combined with the way she had unconsciously crossed her legs made him mentally groan. Well at least he looked put together in her eyes. He was basically on a platter before her, after months of skirting each other, and for the first time in a long time he felt like he didn't have to hide what he was feeling. So he didn't stop himself from saying the words that came to mind. And he also wanted to see her reaction. "Don't for one minute think I don't want to push you back up against your office door and make you scream my name". And that did it. He watched as her eyes slammed down and her thighs clenched together. Her hands gripping the table so hard that her knuckles turned white. She slowly breathed in and out, as if trying to keep a hold of herself. His effect on her stroking his ego to new lengths.
He didn't play fair. She had to close her eyes after that statement. Looking at him would lead to her throwing herself at him and pushing him onto her office floor, colleagues across a thin piece of glass be damned. She knew what he was doing, he had seen the effect he had on her and she cursed the way her body had instantly responded to his voice and words. Her thighs clamping together to try and suppress the heat that was flowing through her body to her very core. Well two could play at that game. She slowly opened her eyes and let her eyes roam up his body slowly, allowing him the chance to see her peruse him. Not failing to notice his eyes drift to her bottom lip as she caught it between her teeth. Allowing her words to fall in a seductive whisper "Don't say things that you cant follow through with Donald Ressler".
She heard the curse from his lips and smiled in victory. Thankful that she wasn't the only one that couldn't hide her reaction. The tightening of his whole body gave her enough information to go on. He wanted this as much as she did. Heat radiated off him in waves, washing over her even from their respectable distance. She had said it in challenge. The last time she had said something to him in challenge, it had resulted in her being pushed against her office door, stuck between it and him. Hopefully this would lead to something equally satisfying.
Surely she knew what her saying his name did to him? He was agonizingly aware of the window that prevented him from reaching out and accepting the challenge she offered to him. Very aware that nothing could be done in full view of half of the FBI team on the other side of the glass. "We need to get out of here". Before I do something drastic. The last sentence being unsaid by him, but understood by her all the same. She quickly organized herself, finding her keys and phone and stood up from her desk with a nod. He watched as if in a trance, as she gracefully moved, passing him and reaching the door. The smile she threw his way promised trouble for him. She opened her door, looking back at him with a raised brow as if in question, spurring him into action and letting his feet follow her instinctively.
Red watched as the two left her office. Polar opposites of the people that had walked in twenty minutes earlier. He watched Lizzie walk out first, with a wide smile on her face, one that reached her eyes and her soul. Her appearance was a stark contrast from the woman he had been seeing for the last several months. She was lighter, freer and happier. She looked around, as if trying to see if anyone was looking her way, eyes landing on him. Seeing the question in his eyes, she nodded faintly at him, and that was answer enough for now. She sent a small smile his way, then looked up at the man that had vacated her office after her. Donald seemed extremely oblivious to anyone other then the woman in front of him.
Red wasn't a fan of FBI agents, considering them useless hindrances in his everyday dealings. His respect had grown however grudgingly towards Ressler however. The man was constantly trying to protect Lizzie, hell even him when the moment called for it. He also respected the way he was on constant alert, always aware of everything around him. It as a trait that Red himself had used countless times over the years to keep himself alive. However the Ressler that stood before him now had only eyes for Lizzie. As if making up for all the times that he had made himself look away in the past. Red couldn't fault him, for Ressler was the one that put the look of ease onto Lizzie's face. The twinkle in her eyes that had been missing for far too many months. Red acknowledged the fact that he had to be grateful to Ressler.
He turned his eyes back to Lizzie then, noticing her looking at his face trying to gauge a reaction from his inspection of them. Silently asking for his opinion. His approval. This was more than he could ever have hoped from her. It touched him in a way that a thousand words couldn't have. Knowing it was important to her, he gently nodded his head, seeing her shoulders slouch in relief. She smiled up at him again, watching Red casually gesturing towards the door. Ressler, who had finally brought his eyes away from her, saw the move and placed his hand on the small of her back, steering her out of the PO2. Red couldn't help the feelings of contentment that flowed through him. Seeing Lizzie happy again meant he could now concentrate on other things, without having his mind constantly worrying for her well-being.
"Finally". The word from the agent next to him made a chuckle escape his lips. "Couldn't have said it better myself".
The end bit was for all those that asked for more Red and Meera, i love them too :). Plus i needed a Red approval. Im so happy I'm at the good bits of the story! Feel free to add your suggestions as to what you want to see next, even if they don't go into this story, I'm planning a Drabble story for all the amazing ideas that you guys have already given me :). Pleaseeee review guys - they make the hours writing in this heat worth it! Love to all!